The Maybe Somewhat True Story: Bridesmaid Dresses
Part: 10/14
Previous parts: engagement announcement | picking the date | finding a wedding planner | picking the wedding party | official engagement announcement | guest list and invitations | choosing colors | choosing locations | choosing the cake
Planning The Wedding
Part 9: Bridesmaid Dresses
“It’s not Gwen’s fault,” Will makes it clear. “She was so busy in the studio, cutting her new album she was rarely even along for any of the planning. Now, I can’t speak for Maddie here…”
“Nope, you can’t,” Casey grins, making quite the picture of contentment as sunlight frames him in its halo. “Hey, Luke, man, I know you were pissed about it, but hey, it worked out in the end, right? You know we love you, and Noah, you too. In a totally platonic way.”
“Um, so guys, you wanna talk a little bit about the dresses?”Faith prompts from behind the camera.
“My wife looks hot in hers,” Casey offers.
“My wife’s not even a bridesmaid. I don’t know why I’m here.” Will takes a drink from his water bottle and shifts from leg to leg.
“You’re part of the wedding party.”
“I didn’t wear a dress.”
“Now, that I’d pay to see,” Casey claps Will on the back.
“Shut up.”
“Anyway, it’s all Jade’s fault.” Casey sticks his tongue out, super mature about it all.
When the scene cuts, it cuts to Jade. “Don’t even!” She holds up a hand. “I was trying to find something that would look good on all of us. With Maddie’s pregnancy weight and the range of complexions from Ameera’s to mine to Maddie, it was hard, okay? I mean, I am sorry I didn’t try harder but it wasn’t as black and white as it all being my fault, Casey.”
When the camera lens finds Ameera, she looks slightly owlish as she blinks into the frame. “I have to agree with Jade. To find a style and color that flattered all of us was not easy. Back in Iraq, we had our clothes custom made. But Jade and Maddie liked shopping. So we went shopping. A lot.”
A lot was obviously not enough. Or maybe a lot was too much. In any case, Jade called Noah one Tuesday - note: Tuesday was not Saturday; Tuesday was three days removed from Saturday - to say, “Noah, oh good, I caught you! So, you should know, we had a crisis with the bridesmaid dresses. The colors aren’t gonna work. But don’t worry about it, okay? We’ve got it covered. ‘k, talk to you later!”
Noah stared at the phone, dial tone emitting steadily in his hand, and sank his head onto the keyboard in front of him. If he banged his head a little bit, well, it was the only banging he was doing these days.
Part 11: The Guest List Revisited
Previous parts: engagement announcement | picking the date | finding a wedding planner | picking the wedding party | official engagement announcement | guest list and invitations | choosing colors | choosing locations | choosing the cake
Planning The Wedding
Part 9: Bridesmaid Dresses
“It’s not Gwen’s fault,” Will makes it clear. “She was so busy in the studio, cutting her new album she was rarely even along for any of the planning. Now, I can’t speak for Maddie here…”
“Nope, you can’t,” Casey grins, making quite the picture of contentment as sunlight frames him in its halo. “Hey, Luke, man, I know you were pissed about it, but hey, it worked out in the end, right? You know we love you, and Noah, you too. In a totally platonic way.”
“Um, so guys, you wanna talk a little bit about the dresses?”Faith prompts from behind the camera.
“My wife looks hot in hers,” Casey offers.
“My wife’s not even a bridesmaid. I don’t know why I’m here.” Will takes a drink from his water bottle and shifts from leg to leg.
“You’re part of the wedding party.”
“I didn’t wear a dress.”
“Now, that I’d pay to see,” Casey claps Will on the back.
“Shut up.”
“Anyway, it’s all Jade’s fault.” Casey sticks his tongue out, super mature about it all.
When the scene cuts, it cuts to Jade. “Don’t even!” She holds up a hand. “I was trying to find something that would look good on all of us. With Maddie’s pregnancy weight and the range of complexions from Ameera’s to mine to Maddie, it was hard, okay? I mean, I am sorry I didn’t try harder but it wasn’t as black and white as it all being my fault, Casey.”
When the camera lens finds Ameera, she looks slightly owlish as she blinks into the frame. “I have to agree with Jade. To find a style and color that flattered all of us was not easy. Back in Iraq, we had our clothes custom made. But Jade and Maddie liked shopping. So we went shopping. A lot.”
A lot was obviously not enough. Or maybe a lot was too much. In any case, Jade called Noah one Tuesday - note: Tuesday was not Saturday; Tuesday was three days removed from Saturday - to say, “Noah, oh good, I caught you! So, you should know, we had a crisis with the bridesmaid dresses. The colors aren’t gonna work. But don’t worry about it, okay? We’ve got it covered. ‘k, talk to you later!”
Noah stared at the phone, dial tone emitting steadily in his hand, and sank his head onto the keyboard in front of him. If he banged his head a little bit, well, it was the only banging he was doing these days.
Part 11: The Guest List Revisited